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In college we had a ratty, brown recliner no one wanted to surrender. With its overstuffed cushions and under appreciated looks, it caused many a missed class. After graduation it saw many, many hours of post-party lounging and entire Saturdays of immobility. It was almost the perfect piece of furniture. Almost perfect because its makers totally failed to install any means of propulsion, meaning occasionally, usually when the beer ran out, we'd have to walk.

While driving a relatively pokey 92 mph will get you run over on many interstates, Marek Turowski made it into the Guinness Book of World Records doing it ... on a couch.